Never did I find
A nest for my soul
We have made
All the bans we imposed
We have thrown
On ourselves
In memory’s manner
The weakened will
Raise their heads
To mellow their
Somber faces
This day you will
Be in your camp
In the streets of
Your people
(too late)
You are at
The summit of
The honored
Decorate yourselves (x4)
Crazy man stands to task
No friends his story (x2)
All I ever
Wanted was too (x2)
All I ever
Wanted was too
See your face
And contemplate (x2)
Never did I find
A nest for my soul
We have made
All the bans we imposed
We have thrown
On ourselves
In memory’s manner
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